Chapter 137

By rivers of Babylon -- There we did sit, Yea, we wept when we remembered Zion.

On willows in its midst we hung our harps.

For there our captors asked us the words of a song, And our spoilers -- joy: 'Sing ye to us of a song of Zion.'

How do we sing the song of Jehovah, On the land of a stranger?

If I forget thee, O Jerusalem, my right hand forgetteth!

My tongue doth cleave to my palate, If I do not remember thee, If I do not exalt Jerusalem above my chief joy.

Remember, Jehovah, for the sons of Edom, The day of Jerusalem, Those saying, 'Rase, rase to its foundation!'

O daughter of Babylon, O destroyed one, O the happiness of him who repayeth to thee thy deed, That thou hast done to us.

O the happiness of him who doth seize, And hath dashed thy sucklings on the rock!